Later that night, the dark haired mutant got comfortable in his camping bed in Kurt's room. He wouldn't stay here for long, but they had to get his new bedroom ready, i.e.: get a bed in there for one thing.
'What do you think of Vixen?' he asked the blue mutant in the bed on the other side of the room.
'Isn't that incest?' asked Kurt, turning to look at him from his pillow. 'Franky, she's your sister.' he continued, smiling a little awkwardly.
'No!!!' Franky retorted with a look of disgust on his handsome face. 'I meant… you know.' there was a short and a little uncomfortable pause. 'It's just that… well… I think she might like someone, and… nah… it's dumb… never mind.'
'What?' asked Nightcrawler desperately curious now. 'What? What is it? Tell me! She's my friend, why didn't she tell me?'
'She's pretty secretive.' he replied yawning deeply. 'But… she got really insecure the other day, and… well I'm her brother so I can't really see her for what she really looks like… I personally think she's gorgeous. But I don't know what other guys might think.'
There was a long and very awkward pause between them. Franky wondered vaguely whether he had gone too far, and was about to send Kurt into a deep sleep after which he'd think it had been a dream, when his room-mate spoke.
'I think she's stunning.' came the blue mutant's voice from his bed. Franky turned onto his side to look over at what Kurt was doing, but he had his back to him. 'I… this is just my opinion… I think she is… pretty… clever… funny-' suddenly an alarm rang from the depths of the mansion.
'What the…?' cried Franky as he swiftly got up and tugged a sweater on. 'What… does this happen every Sunday evening?' Kurt smiled exasperatedly before bamfing out of the room and into the hallway.
Franky followed at a run into the corridor and then towards the staircase. He met up with Jade, Scott and Amara who he pursued down the stairs, behind him he heard someone slowly shuffling after him.
When they got to the ground floor, he turned to see Vixen groggily following him at a slower pace and with a very grumpy look on her sleepy face.
There they found Storm and Wolverine waiting for them, both in dressing gowns. Vixen shuddered at Jade who gave her a look of distaste.
'Someone has infiltrated the mansion.' declared Storm apprehensively, looking from one student to another. 'Spread out and find him.'
'Or her.' added Jade perkily. Storm glared menacingly at her. 'Umm… suits?'
'Not enough time.' replied Storm glancing at Wolverine. 'Just go and find him… Or her. In doubles, pair up and remember who you're with. If they go missing, the other will be held responsible. Understood?'
There was a murmur of acknowledgement and the teens all paired up: Jade and Franky, Amara and Jubilee, Scott and Jean, Bobby and Jamie, Kurt and Vixen, Roberto and Sam, Rogue and Kitty.
Vixen and Kurt headed down towards the lab with Bobby and Jamie before they turned off into the kitchen, leaving Vixen and Kurt alone together.
They slowly opened the door of the lab, and tentatively went in, not switching on the light in case it told the intruder that they were here.
Vixen morphed into a black cat and slunk off under the tables sneakily. Nightcrawler leant over onto all fours and started making his way around in the other direction.
Suddenly they heard a crash of glass on the floor. Both jumped up and looked around on the tables to see if the culprit wasn't there.
'Oh, great.' whispered Vixen, just loud enough for Kurt to hear her. 'How come we get to get him? I was asleep you know.' Kurt smiled, despite the fact that the intruder was obviously somewhere near them.
'I thought you liked fighting.' he said curiously, still grinning. She sighed exasperatedly.
'Not when I'm trying to sleep.' she replied irritated. Suddenly there was a noise behind them, they whipped around in time to see a vial of bright red liquid topple and fall to the ground, shattering into a million tiny pieces. 'That's gonna stain.'
'You go and tell the others we've found him.' Kurt instructed her. 'I'll make sure he doesn't get away.' Vixen nodded and made her way out of the room as a rabbit, slipping slightly on the shiny floor.
A moment after she had gone, a shape whizzed past Kurt and out the door, after her, before he could say anything, Kurt was gagged and shoved unceremoniously under a table.
Vixen hopped speedily down the hallway, peering into doorways, trying to find someone to notify… but the place seemed deserted.
She morphed back into herself, ready to call out for someone, but before she could she felt a strong hand grasp her mouth preventing her from making any sound whatsoever.
'Don't move…' came a familiar voice from behind her, whispering in her ear so she could only just hear him. 'You're alright… I won't hurt you…'
She felt a pair of hands put a blind fold on, and then picking her up into a bridal position, the strong hand still on her mouth. Suddenly she felt nervous… was that voice as familiar as she had thought?
'Calm down…' came the voice again. She felt him start to move and put her arms around his neck for extra support, hating herself for making it easier for him, yet apprehensive that he might drop her.
After a moment, she felt her captor stop. She heard some furtive whispering and then felt him slowly lower her to the ground, the hand still over her mouth making it difficult to breathe.
She was placed in a sitting position on the cold and slanting ground. Why was the ground oblique? Was she on a hill? No, because the ground felt strangely like…
'Tiles?' she asked through the hand, which she felt her captor release a moment later.
'Sorry?' asked the faceless voice, curiously having not understood her mumbling.
'Are we on a roof?' she asked, turning her head hoping she was looking in his direction. She heard a chuckle and more whispering. 'What are you saying? Why have you taken me? Why not Kitty? She's pretty… a little annoying maybe, but she's pretty.'
'You're funny.' came the voice again, now Vixen was sure she didn't know the voice. It sounded a bit like Pietro's, but why would he do this? 'Now don't scream or I'll have to put my hand back over your mouth, and I know it's not pleasant.'
'Maybe I should scream.' she answered defiantly. 'Then the others would know where I am, and when you put your hand back on I could bite you. Release a bit of my tension.'
'I don't think it would help.' came the voice again, the perpetrator was obviously smiling to himself. 'We just want a blood sample. You might feel a little prick…'
'Wouldn't be the first time.' murmured the morpher with a bored look on her face. The man laughed again, before taking her forearm. Just then she caught herself again and ripped it away. 'Why do you want a blood sample? Who are you?' she inquired, glaring fiercely in the direction of his voice.
She felt him pull her arm out again with surprising strength. She wriggled around, trying to pull her blindfold off, but she felt other hands pulling at her other arm and another pair of arms around her waist, holding her still.
She did indeed feel the needle pierce her soft flesh and pull a little as a small amount of her precious blood was pulled out of the vein. She whimpered a little: she never had liked injections, and this was no exception.
'Why do you want my blood?' she asked again, feeling her eyes water as they withdrew the needle. 'The labs already have my blood… in Chicago… look up Mr and Mrs Davies… they have it.'
'Don't worry, Georgia.' came the voice soothingly.
'Vixen…' she whimpered softly, hating her name.
'This won't affect you in any way.' continued the voice as though she hadn't interrupted.
'What about the others?' she asked thinking of Jade, of Franky… thinking of Kurt. She blushed.
'It won't affect any of you.' repeated the man beside her. She got the feeling he was sitting beside her, watching her closely. 'We believe you are a very special kind of mutant, and this blood sample will tell us if we were right or not. Either way, it won't change anything.'
'Why couldn't you just ask me, then?' she asked frowning slightly. 'Or Xavier? I'm sure he would nave been okay with it…'
'Ar, good ol' Wheels.' came a male Australian voice behind her, obviously smiling as well.
'Is there an Australian dude behind me?' she asked curiously. Beside her she felt the man waving his hand and heard a frantic whisper.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?' came the whisper from beside her. She frowned at him inquisitively, waiting for an explanation, but she didn't get one.
'You know Wheels?' she asked realising he was never going to explain to her.
'We've met.' came the voice, less charismatic and more fraught. 'Drink this, and we'll take you back to where we found you.' he said, pressing a vial to her lips. She pulled away nervously.
'Are you trying to make me drink some kind of poison, so that they can't accuse you of murder because I took it willingly?' she asked turning her head so that the vial was pressing her cheek.
'Do it.' came the voice, but it wasn't addressing her. She felt three pairs of arms take her by the waist, take her arms and her face, holding her still while the vial was forced to her lips. She felt another strong hand force her mouth open and the contents of the vial slipped in and down her throat.
It tasted salty and sour at the same time. Her eyes began to water as the foul tasting substance went down her throat, almost instantly afterwards making her feel drowsy, and soon after that the physical world around her was slipping away, she couldn't feel the tiles beneath her, or the hands grasping her… she was floating, floating in the air until…